That being said, I was reminded of all the things I loved about similar excursions as a child as well. Not once did I find myself looking towards the clock to urge the passage of time.
And in today’s Ritalin riddled world.. I think that means something.
20 minutes after arriving, I had to excuse myself to cry. I’m not sure what came over me. I missed my grandfather. I found myself feeling his loneliness, surrounded by his life.
Not an affect I was expecting to battle.
I sleep early tonight, who knows what tomorrow may bring.